Slytherin's Bloodline: Legacy of the Merlin

Autor: 平凡魔术师 Could this be the rebirth of a Pill Emperor? Could it be the merging of souls? Long Chen, a seemingly ordinary young man whose spiritual roots, blood, and bones have been stolen, relies on his memories of divine alchemy techniques and cultivates the mysterious Nine Star Sovereign Body Technique to unravel layers of mystery and resolve a shocking situation. He controls the universe, walks on the sun, moon, and stars, seduces beauties of all kinds, and suppresses evil spirits and gods. Legend says: When Long Chen arrives, the earth roars and the heavens howl. When Long Chen appears, ghosts weep and gods lament. This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. Google Translate was used for the translation.

I am Ryan Parker, Peter Parker's cousin, and the son of Ben Parker and May Parker. But don't get the wrong idea that I'm a friendly neighbor just because of this name and my status as Spider-Man's cousin! Spider-Man holds back when fighting villains, but I use 200% of my strength! Spider-Man has a no-kill policy, while I don't leave any traces of him! The little spider is poor, but I'm determined to be richer than a country! While the little spider was helping the old lady cross the street, I was sprinkling dust into someone's eyes! The little spider is humble and polite, but I'm the one who keeps uttering forbidden words! The little spider wanted to escape Venom, but Venom wanted to escape me! Everyone likes Peter, but everyone fears me! ...

Arriving in the Pokémon world and inheriting the land and breeding house left behind by his great-aunt, Lucas decides to reopen it. How to utilize the land? Definitely by cultivating it, planting... and then helping to take care of the Pokémon entrusted here by customers, creating a perfect paradise for them. Not just a paradise for Pokémon, but for people too. "You ask why the Pokémon in my backyard are so imposing?" Lucas turns his head and shouts helplessly, "I've already told you, this is a Breeding House! It's not a place for you Gym Leaders, Elite Four members, and Champions to have your afternoon tea parties." Cynthia, Lance, Steven, Wallace, and Diantha pretend not to hear. "..." Looking at the nearby Officer Jenny and Nurse Joy who have come to trouble him with their Pokémon's psychological problems again, Lucas...

Blair Gilbert is Elena's older sister and a witch—a siphoner, really, but Damon Salvatore doesn't know that. Damon needs her help with opening the tomb and so they strike a deal: he stops killing locals, fakes being her boyfriend, teaches her all he knows about vampires, and she helps him get what he wants. Simple. Except nothing is simple when it comes to the Salvatore brothers. Stefan can’t stop wanting the wrong Gilbert sister after kissing Blair at the back-to-school party like he wanted to devour her, even as he tried to compel her to forget before running back to Elena. And Damon is far better company than a murderous immortal should be (which complicates the ‘no feelings involved’ clause). Blair soon realizes that holding on to control—over her magic, her body, her emotions—might be close to impossible, especially as she's running out of reasons to keep Elena in the dark. Damon/OC as the main couple but with some Stefan/OC as well; eventually it will evolve into a Damon/OC/Stefan as a throuple.

People always say, control your emotions, don’t be weak, don’t do this, don’t do that—but you know what? F*ck all that. This story isn’t about perfection or pretending to be strong—it’s about being real. The characters in this world don’t have all the answers; they stumble, they fight, they break, and still, they keep moving. Just like us. I want the readers to feel that—every joy, every heartbreak, every spark of anger and desire. I want you to walk beside them through the Land of Eirs, to bleed when they bleed, to rise when they rise. Because this isn’t just their story—it’s a reminder that no matter how heavy life gets, we keep moving. Always.

Roy unexpectedly travels to the world of Pokémon, activates the script system, and obtains Ash's script. Roy, while examining the script, discovered that every page of the script was titled "Adventure Journey." After frowning and pondering for a long time, he finally realized that the entire script was filled with the word "Regret." Now, Roy is determined to prevent these regrets from happening again by rewriting the script. Forever single, I'm changing! A female knight in shining armor! Misty: Roy, you! You're so glib! Fine, I'll agree since you praised me... Dawn: Roy, can you come into my tent for a moment? I have something to show you~ Serena: How come you can do this too? Roy, please...

Harry Potter x Game of Thrones crossover. An adult Harry Potter dies during an experiment but his soul finds a new host in a very distant world. After experiencing death for countless years, Harry wakes up in the body of Joffrey Baratheon. Now he has to navigate this unknown world with strange magic while trying to figure out how to best use his new resources to accomplish his goals. It is a Game of Thrones fic so expect plenty of nudity and violence. This fic will have 18+ scenes, but they will be properly tagged so can skip them if you wish to.

A thousand years after a war that shattered the continents and rewrote the laws of reality, Earth survives in fragments. Fifty-five landmasses remain, each ruled by a Lord whose true nature defies human comprehension, each home to supernatural abilities that emerged from the ashes of the old world. It is a world of staggering inequality and ancient scars, where mythological beings once walked alongside humanity during its darkest century and where the ruins of civilization are still being scavenged by those living on the margins. The war is over. The damage is not. Rupson was a college student from Nepal who read too many web novels and knew exactly how transmigration stories were supposed to go. Then he died in a traffic accident and woke up in the body of Shiva — the legitimate son of one of the fifty-five Lords — in a sprawling capital city called Ashorkoat. He inherited the body's reflexes, its reputation as a generational talent, and its nickname, "Prince of Cold," but not its memories. He has the muscle memory of someone extraordinary and the emotional map of a stranger, and the people around him are far too sharp to be fooled for long. The transmigration itself was not clean. Something happened in the space between his death and his arrival — something that left marks on his body, a hollowness in his chest, and a coldness that makes animals flinch when he walks past. He doesn't know what it was. He isn't sure he wants to. This is not a power fantasy. Shiva knows the tropes, and he knows he isn't the chosen one. The abilities in this world are limited only by imagination, which means the ceiling is effectively nonexistent and the floor is a quiet, unremarkable death. There is no destiny guiding him, no narrative protecting him, and no guarantee that the people around him will survive the consequences of his mistakes. He cannot read people — he pattern-matches against frameworks from his old life, and he is visibly, consequentially wrong about individuals more often than he'd like to admit. Every advantage he carries comes with a cost he doesn't yet understand, and the body he inhabits is riddled with anomalies that predate both his arrival and the Awakening itself: eyes that no ancestor ever had, a birth omen that the scholars still argue over, and a physicality that shouldn't be possible for someone who hasn't even begun to Awaken. As Shiva navigates the treacherous politics of a Lord's household, the factional warfare of a fractured world, and the slow, grinding process of becoming someone he isn't sure he wants to be, he will build something from almost nothing — a network, a structure, a web of relationships that spans the pillars of power, information, and wealth. But power in this world is not the same as satisfaction, and the architecture he constructs will be tested by forces that operate on scales he cannot yet perceive and by moral compromises that no amount of genre-savviness can prepare him for. The world does not care about his backstory. The people he meets are not NPCs waiting to be recruited. And the chaos that underlies everything — the unconscious, indifferent substrate of reality itself — is not a tool to be wielded but a truth to be survived. The Architecture of Chaos is a seinen post-apocalyptic science-fantasy about what happens when an ordinary person is dropped into an extraordinary situation and discovers that the extraordinary is far more terrifying, far more morally ambiguous, and far less interested in his survival than any story ever promised. It is a story about the gap between knowing the tropes and living through the reality, about the small acts that reshape the world more than any grand battle, and about a single question that will follow Shiva from his first morning in a stranger's body all the way to the end: Was my journey worth it? Should I have done what I did?

In her previous life, she was the genius and eccentric assassin in their organization. However, not long after she found out the truth in her identity, her life was soon ended in her own home. Still, it would seem that even those ruling in the world of the dead were also unsatisfied with how soon she died that she woke up one day in a different body. Specifically, it looked to be a body similar to when she was still 15 years old. She would have rejoiced if time only went backwards. However, this is way too backwards and it was even at a different location. Not only that, she would have to bear the feeling of vengeance left by the previous owner of that body. Interestingly enough, her soul held so many secrets that she would gradually find out as she journeys to the path of cultivation. Unable to experience the love of a special person in all her lifetimes, would this be the time she gets to experience it finally? But first, she needs to stay alive and get stronger. She would need to disguise as a man to avoid being targeted by those who killed the previous owner of the body.

Just another football fanfic *** Actually it isn't. 1. The MC is of Chinese origin, nothing can be done about it, if it turns you off then it's your loss. 2. The MC's cheat comes with very real consequences. You don't reach Messi's level without some serious sacrifices. 3. There's romance, single female lead but it's a slow-burn. 4. MC's not winning any trophy within the first 50 chapters. So, having read all that and decided to stick around, I promise you won't regret it. PS: A little spoiler: While the MC is of Chinese Origin, he won't play for China on the world stage for reasons that will be explained clearly. ***** Cover image generated by my esteemed self, that's the female lead. Credit to OG author for the work!